The lounge was unbearably quiet, and she dumped her bag and keys off-handedly, then headed for the bedroom and the latest book she was devouring. At this moment, warm covers and the sheltering glow from her reading lamp felt like sanctuary.

The colossal shape hit her with a rush, like an ocean wave breaking, or a muddy landslide. As powerful arms closed round Annabel she fought wildly and instinctively, but against such brutal force, her limbs wouldn't respond. Electrifying panic swept through her, reviving her tired brain, until Annabel recognized his kisses and aftershave.

"You!" She giggled. "You scared the crap out of me!"

David affectionately kissed his girlfriend's neck, then buried his face in her coppery mane.

"Bend over, you kinky bitch. Make a noise, and I'll spank you."

"Mmm..."

Annabel was both stunned and impressed.

"Hello to you, too."

She gasped as a rugged hand cracked against her left buttock; David was being true to his word. The curvy woman wriggled defiantly as her arms were tugged effortlessly behind her, but when she tried stamping and kicking in 3" heels, David nimbly entwined his legs round her own. Once the handcuffs clicked shut about her wrists, the redhead knew it was all over, but she continued fighting, making it good for both of them.

"I've got you the whole weekend," he gloated, then lifted her in those religiously toned arms, carrying her towards the bed.

Oh my God! Annabel shrieked with delight. I should be terrified! He's so bloody strong, I can't do a thing!

David was surprisingly gentle as he lowered her, yet when she attempted twisting away, he seized Annabel's legs and dragged her, writhing and giggling, back towards him. A strip of densely-folded cloth was thrust inside her mouth, and Annabel's eyes widened as David knotted the silken material behind her head. Their bedsheets were festooned with an entire Ann Summers catalogue of restraints, and when he selected padded foot manacles, she realized her lover had no plans to undress her.

At least take off my glasses! Annabel thought, and drew breath to speak, but the words were muffled.

Oh, God, I forgot about the safe word, she panicked, but her abductor had everything planned.

"If you want to stop, just hum our favorite song," he whispered. "But I want you to relax. I won't hurt you."

The aching tenderness in his voice made her believe him, but she was perturbed how quickly David rendered her utterly helpless. He used soft cord to snugly enclose Annabel's thighs, knees and calves, and when he drew the redhead's elbows uncomfortably close together, she thought: Jesus. This is a bit S&M.